"Bro, you're not showing martial ethics."
The bearded man sighed.
In martial arts, although skill is most important, one's morals should not be too poor.
If one's morals are lacking, they won't be recognized in the martial arts world and might even be hunted down.
This fellow here clearly has considerable skill, so why use such a disgraceful method?
"Can propriety be eaten for meals? If not, why should I speak about morality with you?" Elaenor Wood leisurely twirled the paper fan in his hand, slicing off the man's beard entirely.
Watching his beard, which he'd grown for over ten years, gently fall, the man almost burst into tears.
"Brother, to be honest, if I take you to see the Holy Master, I'm likely to get my entire clan executed." After pondering for a moment, the man said very seriously, "If I don't take you, only I will die. So, go ahead."
He wasn't lacking in skill.
He had planned to mingle well in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and become wealthy in the future.
